Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Organ. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.